First of all, thank you so much for the sweet, sweet comments here and on FB and through email. Hugs! They meant more than you know. :)
You guys...YOU GUYS...
I don't know that I've ever been this grouchy, overwhelmed, exhausted, or whatever ever before. Let me vent for a second and then I'll take a step back and realize I'm overreacting and acknowledge just how blessed we are.
We've had a showing every day this week. So, statistically speaking, I AM NEVER SELLING ANOTHER HOUSE AGAIN. Sweet David keeps saying the reason we haven't sold it yet is because God isn't done with our next one yet. And he's right and I have to keep reminding myself of that. But, also, working and keeping up with two crazies and trying to keep the house looking show-worthy all. day. long. because you never know when somebody's going to stop by...it's, well...I'm over it. Soooooo over it. And I know when we're at the closing table, it'll all have been worth it, but right now, I'm gonna eat the next person that doesn't buy our house.
The girls have been sick for a week now...a.k.a. we haven't slept in a week. I look and feel like the Crypt Keeper's great-grandmother. That also means that all during the day, the girls are super fussy. I mean, I can't blame them. I'm super fussy, too. But, if you're a graphic designer, or are required to think at all during the course of your day, it kind of wears on you to constantly hear a monotonous "uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" all day long while you're trying to get work done. And they can't help it. They don't feel good. I'm just saying I'm going crazy.
When David and I planned for this new baby, I just knew it'd be one. David was a little nervous it might be two again, and we would have been okay with that, but we're both definitely grateful it's "just" one this time. However, I, in my arrogance and stupidity, thought, "Shoot. One? Piece o' cake." NO, IT'S NOT A PIECE OF CAKE. I am JUST as tired and JUST as nauseated as I was with two. God laughed at my little "oh, just one baby will be easy" plans. I'm sick all day long...much worse at night. Like Jess told Nick on New Girl this past week, I'm walking around like a Disney witch. So hunched over and ridiculous.
OKAY. I'm done venting. I realize selling a house ain't easy and it has to be at the buyer's convenience and this is all just part of it. It's just hard. And I'm very much looking forward to our new place, wherever it may be.
I wouldn't trade my snotty-nosed whiny little sickos for anything. And hearing them whine when they're sick and ask for me to hold them just reminds me of how much they have blessed our lives. I can't imagine life without them. They are perfect.
We are so thankful God has chosen to give us this new little life to care for. I have another post on that later. But, nausea and all, it's amazing and I am so happy.
Here's a video of Piper and her weird language.